About the poet
John Mole is one of our foremost children’s poets. He grew up in Somerset, and is the author of...
Whose is this long, unexpected elbow
Resting its white sleeve on the wall?
Is anyone out there when I call
To hear my voice? I've lost my echo.
Whose are those feathery tears that keep coming?
Somebody weeps without a sound
And leves his grief heaped up on the ground.
It's so quiet my ears are drumming.
Whose is that handkerchief on the gatepost
Large enough for a giant sneeze?
Bless you whisper the shivering trees
While I just stand here like a ghost.
Who am I? And where have I woken?
It wasn't the same when I went to bed.
I still feel me inside my head
Though now a different language is spoken.
Suddenly all the meanings have gone.
Is someone trying to tell me something?
A bird shakes silver dust from its wing
And the sky goes on and on and on.
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John Mole Children's Poems